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15. That’s all she wrote.

Here it is: the end of the road. It’s our last day in Stratford-Upon-Avon. Tomorrow morning we’ll be packing all of our things onto a bus and heading back to Heathrow. It doesn’t feel real. I don’t know when it will. That seems overdramatic, but this trip has genuinely been one of the best things …

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14. The Loudest Thing in Stratford-Upon-Avon

What’s up, strangers? The clock grows ever closer to midnight, which means that soon enough you’ll have to hear the stories from this trip from my mouth and not just my blogs. Scary, right? Soon enough I’ll be on the 4000 mile journey to turn back into a pumpkin. Until then, there’s still plenty to …

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13. Michelangelo’s David? No, leaf.

Blah blah blah, stop creeping around and watching me even though you and I both know I love the attention. But you didn’t hear that from me. With that being through, I feel that it is now time to get caught up to today. The bullet points are, I went to see Hamilton at the …

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12. Six Nickels for Pantslessness!

You all are very dedicated stalkers. While I don’t exactly being observed this much I suppose I have to commend your efforts at the very least. You’re still here, always lurking in the periphery… or just reading the blog posts that I’m purposely putting publicly on the great wide web for adoring fans like you …

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11. I almost had to become a duck in the Hampton Court Gardens

Three blog posts in two days?? Don’t mind if I do… I know you certainly won’t. Creeps. We set off bright and early this morning for Hampton Court Palace on our second train ride of the trip! I did a crossword the entire way there and still never finished it and probably never will (because …

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10. Original, not Baudelaire. Give me credit!

It’s time for another post from your favorite blogger in the world! Aren’t you glad I’m back? Not that you would have missed me. That’s right, I know you were hiding in this statuette of a little man inside the British Museum. Jokes aside, yesterday I did a lot of things! I went to the …

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9. Jesus, George, it was a wonder this blog even got posted!

I would say long time no see, but that would be disingenuous. That’s right, I saw you with your little binoculars on a stick, watching me across St. James Park yesterday. Don’t even lie. Anyway. I’m sure all of you definitely know this already, but on Monday the group went to the historic Westminster Abbey …

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8. Chillin’ like a groundlin’ – A story of tragedy and mirth

To begin today’s blog, I would like to paint you a picture, or write a self-insert fanfiction, as it may be. But first, a cute picture of me from this morning, which Kaylee sent to the group chat with the caption “Cori is the bestest of friends! Care packages for friends 🫶🏼🇬🇧💂🏼” See? My friends …

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7. The Myth of Bladud (who was totally a real guy)

What’s up you weasels?? Hold on, sorry, let me begin again. Greetings, tiny rat-like mammals, and welcome to my blog! Today, our very refined group of students took a day-trip to Bath and visited the Roman Baths and the Pump Room. I, personally, am feeling much more sophisticated after partaking in afternoon tea at the …

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